Rivet, how burpy are you usually?
"I mean I drink alot of soda when I'm tinkering I guess... but not enough to make a habit out of be-" The Lombax paused as a pressure rose in her chest causing discomfort and prompting her to pat the fuzzy fluff she called a chest with her fist.
"BWOUUUUURUUUUUUUUUUUUP!"
Her body wobbled and jiggled from the force of her gas, shaking her desk and tools from their usual places. Her garage rattled and shook until the last bit of gas escaped her lips.
"'Scuse me..." She sheepishly blurted out before going back to her work.












